I hurt my back in the dumbest way possible. I spent the entire day rearranging my home office with no trouble at all, but then I sneezed too hard and got something out of whack along the lower part of my spine. I didn't know if I slipped a disc, or pulled a muscle or what, but it hurt like a bastard. I tried over-the-counter pain relievers, but none of them did anything. After a couple of days of it hurting, I looked up back pain relief online and there were several chiropractors and massage parlors in my area. I had no idea which one to pick so I just looked at the ones with the highest review ratings. I figured I'd try a massage before I saw a chiropractor because it was bound to be cheaper.
The massage place with the most 5-star reviews was across town, so I booked an appointment for the next morning and paid for it online. The place was empty when I got there for my appointment. The receptionist showed me to a small room that had a massage table, a privacy screen, a chair, and a sink in one corner. I sat in the chair and only waited a minute before the masseuse knocked and entered the room. She was a short, white woman, with blue eyes that were nearly turquois in color, and had straight brown hair that framed her kind face. She was shorter than I was and was fairly heavy. Plump instead of fat if that makes sense. She was wearing black-framed glasses, brown Capri pants and a light blue blouse. Her big ass and boobs would've been noticeable in a parka, but in the outfit she was wearing, you couldn't help but notice their size. She was curvy without looking frumpy.
She smiled and said "hi, I'm Bethany! I'll be your masseuse for this session. Would you like to lay down?"
I said "nice to meet you, I'm David. Shirt on or off?"
She replied "whatever you're comfortable with. I won't be able to use any oil if you keep it on though."
I slipped my t-shirt off and I saw her glance at my chest. I laid face-down on the massage table, my face rested in the circular part at the top of the table.
Bethany asked "was there any place in particular you'd like me to focus on today?"
I told her about how I had messed up my back by sneezing too hard. I heard her stifle a giggle and I said "it's okay to laugh. It was the dumbest thing in the world. I could understand getting hurt lifting weights or in a fender bender or something, but sneezing? So stupid."
She said "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. That's just not what I was expecting. Are you ready for me to start?"
I nodded and I felt her put some warm oil on my back and start to rub all over. I let out a sigh as she did. I hadn't ever gotten a professional massage before and it was excellent. I grimaced a little when she touched the sore spot on my back.
She said "is this the spot? You have a huge knot right here."
I nodded again and she started focusing on that spot. Kneading and rubbing it until it loosened up. I groaned with relief as the pain lessened instantly. Bethany pushed her fingers into and around the painful area until the pain was nearly completely gone.
She said "I think you may have had a disc out of place slightly, but I think I worked it back into alignment. Are there any other bad spots, or do you just want me to do the rest like normal?"
I said "no that was the worst place. And thank you, that feels better than it has in three days."
She said "well good. I thought that I may have lost my touch. I haven't given a massage in years."
Surprised, I said "oh really? I figured you did this everyday."
She replied "I used to. I just got through a divorce and I just got back to work. When I was married, I didn't work. But afterward, I needed to get back into the workforce. So here I am. I haven't given a massage in nearly 20 years, so it's nice to hear that you're enjoying it."
She continued for another 20 minutes or so, rubbing my back all over. When she was finished, she used a towel to wipe away the oil that was on my back. I felt like a wet noodle when I sat up and put my t-shirt back on. I was totally at ease.
I was about to stand up from where I was sitting on the massage table when she asked "would you like to give me a tip?"
Confused, I said "oh, I already did when I booked the appointment. There was a place for gratuity at checkout."
She grinned and made a jerking off motion and said "thank you, but no, I mean a tip. I'm asking if you want a happy ending."
I said "oh! Uh, is that allowed? I didn't think that was something that actually happened in real life. Just in cheesy porn videos."
She shrugged and said "when I was young, thin, and single, I used to do it all the time. And it's allowed if I want to do it. I don't have a boss here, I just rent the space. So how about it? I know a lot of guys get turned on from a massage. Obviously if you don't want an ugly old fat lady touching your dick, I understand."
I said "oh no, I'm definitely interested. Uh, how much is the tip?"
She looked pleased and said "$40 for my hands, $80 for my mouth."
That sounded more than reasonable to me, and I said "I'll take the $40 one please. And I don't think you're ugly, fat, or old. I think you're pretty. Why would you say that about yourself?"
She went to the cabinet by the sink and got another towel and said "well, nothing will make you feel old, ugly and fat like your husband of 23 years leaving you for a skinny, fake-titted barbie doll girl young enough to be his daughter. Lay down and take your shorts down please."
I did as she instructed and said "ouch, your ex sounds like an asshole."
She said "he wasn't for a long time. But things changed. Thank you for saying you think I'm pretty. I haven't been told that for a long long time. Even if I am fat and old."
I said "I would say rubenesque. And you're not old, I bet you're only a few years older than I am."
Standing next to the table, she began to rub my semi-hard cock and said "I'm 48."
I let out a sigh as she touched my prick and said "Okay, you're 11 years older than me. Not old at all."
She smiled and said "you're sweet for saying so. You have a beautiful dick. My husband wasn't circumcised. I always liked convertibles over hard tops."
Bethany gently stroked my shaft and tickled my balls until I was fully hard. Her hands were warm and very soft. She still had a little oil from the massage on them which let her easily slide them up and down my cock.
She asked "would it help you if you saw my tits?"
I replied "oh god, yes please! I'd love to see your breasts."
Grinning, she lifted her shirt over her head and then unclasped her bra. Her big pale boobs drooped down toward her stomach when they were free of her bra. They looked incredible. Her dark pink nipples were rigid and she had areolae roughly a little larger than a silver dollar coin. I wanted to squeeze them, but I figured that was against the rules, so I just enjoyed the view.
I said "your ex is an idiot. No fake tits could possibly ever look better than your real-deal ones. How big are they? If you don't mind my asking."